"Ah, idiot! Knock that shit
off!" Sanzo twisted his head to free his ear from Goku's teeth. It hadn't
even been a whole minute since they had stepped into the hotel room they were
sharing for the night before he found himself pressed against a wall.

"Ah-ahhh, but Sanzooo." Goku raised himself up on his
toes to shorten the distance between their eyes. "It's been so long, and
we're finally in an inn all by ourselves," he whined as he pressed his
hips against his blonde lover.

"Like I give a shit. I'm tired and I just want to
sleep," Sanzo sighed as he pushed Goku away by his shoulders. They had
been on the road for far too long, fought far too many hordes of assassins, and
had far too little to eat in the process. All the monk had any interest in was
showering and crawling into a warm bed for once. Towns were becoming few and
far between, and the luxury of a pillow and soft blankets was now a rarity.

Goku ran a hand over the knot that held Sanzo's robes together.
"Nn, but Sanzo, I really wan-" the familiar sting of a paper fan
slamming into the side of his head cut his whine short. He stumbled back a few
feet as he clutched his head. "That hurt! What was that for?"

"I told you to knock it off. I'm not interested in anything
that has to do with you right now. Just go the fuck to bed!" Sanzo growled
through gritted teeth. He side stepped and made his way to the tiny bathroom
attached to their room. He slammed the door behind him and turned on the shower
faucet.

"But Sanzoooooooo" Goku whimpered loudly as he lightly
fell into the door like a rejected puppy.

"'But but but' shut up already! I'm taking a shower. If you
interrupt me, I won't think twice about killing you!"

Goku fell limply down onto the ground, sliding his back against
the bathroom door. He leaned back, resting his head against the cool wood. He
had been looking forward to have some alone time with Sanzo for so long now,
and he had already been turned down. It had already been several months since
they had taken their relationship to this level, and still Sanzo felt so cold
and distant. It was when they had reunited after Sanzo leaving with Hazel when
Goku made the first move. He had been so blindingly happy to finally see Sanzo
again, alive and well, that he had burst out into a sloppy confession of tears.
Things escalated from there, and he couldn't have been happier. He thought he
had finally succeeded at getting Sanzo to open up and, hell, even be nice to
him. But, all he had accomplished was becoming Sanzo's fuck toy. Though, he
thought, that wasn't such a terrible thing. In fact, he loved being held by
him. He was always rewarded with a few minutes of a side of Sanzo he would
never see outside of their bed; a few minutes, shortly after Sanzo would find
his release, where all the walls were torn down, and he was actually permitted
to hold his sun. But those moments were always far too short for Goku, and soon
Sanzo would roll over, get dressed, and leave, and if any attempts were made to
try to get him to stay, he'd always get hurt. Goku rested his elbows on his
knees and buried his face in his hands. He couldn't figure out for the life of
him how to get Sanzo to just fully accept their relationship. He knew there was
more than just physical need behind Sanzo's actions. The way he'd look at him,
the way he'd be so very gentle with him, the way he'd make sure that his own
need was met… There was no way this could just be raw, basic animalistic needs
being fulfilled.

The young brunette closed his eyes as he let his memories drift
around that first night. He had been both completely terrified and overjoyed at
the same time. Despite his obvious lack of experience, there wasn't a moment he
would change if he was given the chance to relive that night. His candid
naïveté combined with Sanzo's fervid worldliness made every single touch that
much more intense. No, scratch that, there is one thing he'd change about that
night; he would change what happened afterwards. He would find the right words
to say to keep Sanzo there in that bed instead of yelling at him and leaving.
He would do whatever it took to bridge that gap between being Sanzo's temporary
release and being his partner. His mind was bouncing back and forth between
maddening desire and utter depression as the memories flooded his mind.

You're pathetic.

"Eh?" Goku shot his head up as he heard a voice echoed
through the room. It wasn't even a voice, per say, more so a feeling inside of
him. He looked around, incapable of seeing or sensing anyone in the vicinity.
He listened through the door to check on Sanzo, whom he could hear was clearly
still in the shower. He lowered one of his arms to have it dangle over the
floor, ready to summon Nyoi-Bo if necessary. "Who's there?"

No one's there.

Goku lowered his eyes to attentive slits as he stared into the
empty room at the disembodied voice, or feeling, or whatever this was.
"Who are you?"

I'm you.

"Whaa? What the hell does that mean? Stop hiding already and
show yourself." Goku spoke low and solid, ready to spring to action in an
instant.

You really are slow.

Goku moved to summon his staff when, as if hit by sledge hammer in
the chest, the wind was knocked out of him, and he doubled over. His head
dangled between his knees, he gasped for air, and his fingers tugged at his
chest, attempting to free his trapped air. His mind slowly became cloudy as
surges of pain coursed through his muscles. His blood was pumping through his
veins so quickly that it felt like his heart would just stop all together. He
had felt this before, this agonizing feeling of his body leaping miles ahead of
his brain. He brought his arm up to his forehead and, sure enough, the coronet
was still there. Then why did it feel like he was losing control? He could only
think in basic form now, desperately trying to claw at his own chest to receive
air.

Take it off.

Goku's eyes darted around the room, still searching for the source
of the voice, even though by now he had already figured out the source of the
voice. "Like…hell… I will," Goku managed to choke out between choking
gasps. But, despite his words, he felt the muscles in his hand, which was still
pressed firmly against his limiter, begin to twitch. When he felt his thumb and
index fingers curl around the smooth edges, he shouted with absolute panic in
his voice, "STOP IT!" His eyes were now clamped down and his teeth
were gritted shut. When his hand defied him and lifted the gold crown from his
head, a choking scream burst out from his lungs. His legs sprawled out beneath
him frantically as they pressed into the flooring, and his hand that was
clinging to his chest tore his shirt to shreds. All that was left of his
cohesive thoughts were a blinding yellow light and a screaming voice that was
deafening. He could feel his own lengthening nails digging into his skin and
sharpening teeth piercing the flesh of lips. The last thing Goku could see was
the sight of a man, with long blonde hair, falling down into a pool of blood.

Goku was now the great sage equaling Heaven, Seiten Taisei Son
Goku.

The water poured out from the faucet, reluctant to heat up, as
Sanzo stood in front of the mirror. He hated how dirty he was, how there were
still droplets of dried blood on his skin and clothing, and how his skin felt
clammy and sticky. Once he could see steam pouring over the shower curtain, he
decided it was warm enough for his shower. He quickly removed the
well-past-the-point-of-dirty clothing and stepped into the water. It was your
average half bath-half shower unit that was closed off by a flimsy curtain with
a gaudy floral pattern. The water pressure was decent, and the general width
and length of the shower wasn't too bad, so he wasn't going to complain. The
faucet made a loud hissing sound that nearly drowned out any possibility of
other sounds being heard, which worked for him; he could tune out the world and
just relax, even if it was just for a few minutes. He didn't bother to clean
himself for several minutes. He just stood there, with his eyes shut, engulfing
himself into the soothing warmth of the water. He forced the thoughts of battles,
missions, journeys, and obnoxious traveling companions out of his mind and
tried to clear his thoughts entirely.

His mind was finally melting into nothingness when he was thrown
back into reality by a wave of youkai energy far, far stronger than your
average assassin. He stood perfectly still, his senses heightened, and
contemplated how fast he could hop out of the shower and grab his gun that was
amongst the piles of clothing on the floor. He threw back the shower curtain,
leaving the water running, and grabbed one of the two cream-colored towels from
the rack. He quickly fastened the towel around his waist and grabbed his gun
out from his heap of clothes. He stood still and waited for something, anything
to happen. He didn't hear anything that sounded like Goku fighting the source
of this energy; of course he didn't hear much of anything past that
horrifically loud shower faucet. When something finally did happen though, he
didn't even have enough time to react; in literally a blink of his eye, his
assailant attacked. By the time his eyelids lifted back up, he was pressed up
against the wall by his throat. When his eyes adjusted, he could clearly see
the cat-like, golden eyes of the Seiten Taisei. He could also see that
evidently his gun was several feet away from him now and on the ground.

Sanzo lifted his arms and gripped at the wrist that held him fast
against the wall. He knew there was no way he could physically overpower Goku
regularly, let alone without his limiter, but that didn't stop his automatic
responses. His eyes were locked on the large golden orbs that stared daggers
back at him. He could hear a low roll pouring through Goku's chest that sounded
more like a purr than a growl. His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to
piece things together. "You…" Despite Goku's strong hand being
wrapped around his throat, very little pressure was being applied to his wind
pipe, and he was having no problem breathing. Moving was a different matter.
When his body started raising up off of the ground, his feet a few inches from
the tile flooring, he knew he'd better start attempting to defend himself.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, you stupid monkey?" He
raised one of his dangling legs and slammed his knee into Goku's abs, only to
be disappointed at the complete lack of response his kick incurred.

Goku's hand curled around Sanzo's calf and pushed his leg slowly
back, causing Sanzo's knee to be pressed against his own abdomen. He was pinned
even further, now in a rather compromising position. He removed a hand from
Goku's wrist and balled his fingers into a tight fist. He swung fiercely
towards Goku's face, who dodged the punch so swiftly that it seemed to be in
slow motion. He swung a number of times, getting more and more pissed off at how
easily Goku managed to evade the blows. He swung his other leg around the back
of Goku and slammed his heel into the pit of Goku's knees in a futile attempt
to cause the heretic to fall. Goku's leg slightly wobbled, but regained its
composure almost immediately. Sanzo was running out of ideas.

Goku's lithe form inched forward, pressing into the pinned monk. A
very deep, throaty growl rumbled through his throat as those bright eyes
narrowed slightly. He had yet to break his strong gaze with Sanzo's, even when
dodging punches. His golden cat-like eyes didn't wave and hardly blinked at
all, refusing to break the connection.

Sanzo's mind was struggling to wrap itself around the situation at
hand. It had only been a mere twenty seconds since he was captured by this
creature, yet it felt like he had dangled there for an eternity. Everything
seemed to be in slow motion as he tried to comprehend what exactly was
happening. What the fuck happened to his limiter? Did it get removed, or
broken? And if removed, by whom, and why? ...More importantly, why the hell is
he just staring at me?

Goku's hand that was around Sanzo's neck lowered slightly, letting
Sanzo's free foot make contact with the floor once again. He closed the gap
between their bodies and sharpened his glare with a slight tilt of his head.
The foot of difference in their heights was the only thing keeping them from
being completely sandwiched together. Sanzo remained still, anticipating Goku's
next move. In an impossibly quick motion, Goku removed his hand from around
Sanzo's neck and swiped both of his wrists in his strong hand and pinned them
directly above Sanzo's head. With this, a split second flash of memory ran
through Sanzo's mind. He thought of how he pinned Goku like this many times
before, and he was not amused by the role reversal. His upper lip curled as he
snarled down at his captor. With his one leg down on the ground being the only
thing keeping him from falling forward, he was now without use of any of his
limbs. The pressure on his wrists was immense, wholly unlike how his throat was
held. He could already feel his skin bruising, and his fingers were going numb
from the circulation being severed.

A slick tongue slipped past Goku's amused lips and wiped at the corner
of his mouth as if he was staring at a delicious meal. Thin, lanky fingers that
were holding Sanzo's knee in place, twitched. When Sanzo felt an odd
combination of smooth skin and sharp claws move up his thigh, he looked down at
his leg. Goku's hand was slowly sliding further up his thigh, brushing the
towel off of Sanzo's leg, and stopped at the make-shift knot in the towel at
his waist. Sanzo looked back up to now see a very toothy smirk.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" Sanzo grunted out
as he moved to struggle. A low but loud growl rumbled past Goku's teeth again
as a sharp nail dragged along the side of Sanzo's upper leg, drawing small
beads of blood to the surface. When Sanzo hissed at the stinging pain, Goku's
cocky smirk widened. Golden eyes finally broke their gaze and traveled down to
look at the knot in the towel. With one quick slicing motion, the towel ripped
and fell down to the ground around Sanzo's ankle. Flustered, Sanzo quickly
threw his body weight into Goku, succeeding at causing the younger boy to fall
back a few steps and lose his grip on Sanzo's wrists and leg. Sanzo bolted for
the door, but in a one swift motion, Goku was in front of him again; he had
moved so fast that Sanzo's eyes couldn't even see him until he was standing
still in front of him, blocking his path.

"This isn't funny anymore, monkey," Sanzo's voice was
gritty and low with a threatening tone. He had had enough of whatever the
Seiten Taisei was doing. He could see around the shorter form in front of him
quite easily and saw that, just a few feet to the side of his gun, was Goku's
limiter, in one solid piece, resting on the wood paneling of the floor. The
hell? It was removed and not broken? Sanzo's left eye brow arched slowly as
he pondered shortly over how all of this came to be, but he didn't get much
time to think. With a swift spin that seemed to be both impossibly fast and
majestically slow at the same time, Goku's leg slammed into Sanzo's side,
launching him back into the bath/shower. He legs buckled under him and the
slammed into the rim of the tub, causing him to land harshly down into the tub
on his ass. Sanzo winced and hissed at the pain and just knew that he just
bruised his tail bone. He opened his eyes and lifted his head, blinking through
hot warm and steam clouding his vision, to see a sneering beast hovering over
him.

"Fuck, this is enough." Up until now, Sanzo had been
caught off guard, and hadn't been able to keep his mind in one place long
enough to gain control of the situation. But now with water pouring over him,
his mind cleared, and he remembered that his Maten Scripture was lying just a
few feet away on the floor amongst his robes and other clothing. He softly
began chanting.

As if he recognized the words, Goku growled loudly as the words
floated through the steam up to his sensitive ears. He reached out and grabbed
Sanzo's hair, pulling up, forcing Sanzo's body up. He slammed his other hand
over Sanzo's mouth, digging claws into Sanzo's cheeks. Forced to cut his mantra
short, Sanzo bit down over Goku's hand, who in return slammed Sanzo's head back
into the tiled wall. A loud grunt was muffled into Goku's mouth when Sanzo's
head cracked the tile. For a moment his vision blurred and his legs tensed as
pain shot through his body. Goku kept his hand over Sanzo's mouth, but removed
the hand in his hair. He ran a searing hot finger over Sanzo's neck, wiping at
a trail of blood that fell from the back of Sanzo's head. He brought his finger
up to his face to look at it, and grinned enormously, like a child who just
found out he's winning the game. That muculent tongue darted out of his mouth
again, this time to swipe the smearing of blood from his finger tip. Another
growl rumbled through his throat, this time sounding more delighted and playful
than vicious and threatening.

"Are you done yet?" Sanzo said, muffled, but still
understandable.

Goku's lighthearted grin diminished to an insulted scowl. He
crouched down so that he was hovering a few centimeters above Sanzo's naked
form and glared down at him. A silent showdown between lavender and gold went
on for nearly a solid minute before Sanzo's arm lobbed his hand up to Goku's
forehead, attempting to manually reinstate Goku's limiter. But the great sage
was not going to allow himself to be taken out so easily this time. He quickly
rolled his head to the side, artfully dodging Sanzo's hand and grabbed the
wrist of the offending hand. He twisted Sanzo's arm far to the side, contorting
his shoulder, causing the blonde to wince in pain again, slamming his eyes shut
and gritting his teeth behind Goku's hand. When Sanzo's eyes opened again, Goku
was looking at the other arm and snarled like wild dog as if to threaten him to
not try anything with his other hand.

Sanzo remained still, deciding he would wait until a moment when
Goku would be distracted with other things before trying again. The water that
was running over his body fused with the blood from his head and leg, and
Sanzo's eyes rolled to the side to watch as the stream of red slowly ran down the
length of the tub and swirled down the shower's drain, a never ending creak of
blood. The slice on his leg wasn't all that bad, but he could tell the back of
his head was bleeding quite profusely. Head injuries always did.

Goku's hand forced Sanzo's head to tilt to his right harshly,
causing his neck to pop. He then dipped his head down and pressed his nose into
Sanzo's neck. He breathed in deeply, taking in the earthy aroma that was
distinctly Sanzo's, and let out a languid purr. He forced Sanzo's head to roll
farther over as he trailed up Sanzo's neck, breathing in deeply as if he could
smell Sanzo's blood coursing through his veins. His twisted his wrist just
slightly, making Sanzo's head tilt up, exposing his neck completely. Goku
slowly opened his mouth, a breathy hum pouring out, and he ran his tongue over
the bone that jetted out from Sanzo's strained neck like a ridge. Sanzo tensed
and jolted away from the touch, at which time Goku twisted Sanzo's arm further,
popping his shoulder out of place. Sanzo grunted loudly into the palm of Goku's
hand and struggled to breathe through the pain. Sanzo swung his other arm
around and grabbed at the longer strands of hair that belonged solely to Seiten
Taisei and pulled back hard. Goku let go of the dead arm and let it fall limp
to Sanzo's side. He then, as if is hair being yanked on didn't bother him in
the slightest, just grabbed at Sanzo's fingers in his hair, and pulled them
back to painful angles. When Sanzo's grip was lost on his hair, Goku slammed
the arm into the wall not far from Sanzo's head, bloodying the knuckles and
cracking more tiles.

Sanzo was in a shit ton of pain now, to say the least. He was
having a hard time focusing anymore on freeing himself from this situation, and
was concentrating more on just trying to stay conscious. He was certain by now
that he had a mild concussion from the blow to his head, and the blood loss and
other traumas weren't helping either. The hot water made his fresh wounds
sting, the steam was overheating his system, and the uncomfortable ceramic tub
was only accentuating his injured tail bone.

Goku lowered himself so that his jean-clad body was nestled
directly on top of Sanzo's abdomen. His face was still buried in Sanzo's neck,
hovering just over his jugular. He opened his mouth wide enough to set his
elongated canines on Sanzo's neck, pressing down softly. He could feel the
muscles in Sanzo's abs below him tense, and it seemed to egg him on. He bit
down, puncturing the soft skin just above Sanzo's collar bone. Sanzo arched his
back as his breathing hitched. He held his breath through the odd combination
of pain and pleasure. Goku knew Sanzo's neck was sensitive, and apparently that
meant the great sage did as well. Goku raised his teeth out of Sanzo's skin and
delighted in the way blood began to slowly seep out. He let out a small,
delighted giggle as he licked up the blood.

Goku raised his head back out from the cave of Sanzo's neck,
leaned back into a sitting position, and looked back into the eyes of his
prisoner. He swirled his tongue around in his mouth, letting every last taste
bud absorb the flavor of Sanzo's blood. He knew these smells and tastes far
better than anything else. He had every last piece of Sanzo memorized in his
heretical mind like a portfolio; he knew the significant wave of Sanzo's aura,
he knew the tastes of both Sanzo's skin and blood, he knew each and every part
of Sanzo's body like a road map, and he knew every single last mannerism of
Sanzo's and what they meant. He even knew the distinct smell of when the monk
was turned on, and he could smell that now. He smugly smirked and removed his
hand from Sanzo's mouth. At the very next moment, he rocked his hips slowly in
one solid circular motion. His smug smirk grew to a haughty grin when he saw Sanzo
bite his own lip in response.

Sanzo was severely pissed off, but that didn't stop his body from
being honest. The boy he had pushed down and had his way with so many times,
and the creature that could destroy the entire earth, both within this body that
he found utterly delectable but would never admit it, and were now cruelly
toying with him. Even if he preferred to be the one who controls the situation,
and refused unreservedly to ever be submissive in bed, there was a darker side
of him, buried deep in his mind that was absolutely enjoying himself. He was
transfixed by how intensely bright Goku's eyes were as they stared down at him.
They practically were glowing, and he couldn't help but wonder, if the lights
were off, if they'd actually emit light. When those golden eyes flinched and
began to look down, Sanzo's eyes followed, inevitably stopping at his glaringly
obvious hard on. His eye brow twitched in total annoyance at just how honest
his body was. His annoyance level escalated when he heard a sound that closely
resembled a mocking laugh coming from the boy on top of him. He looked up,
expecting to see some childish grin that would remind him of Goku, but instead
of he saw sheer intensity and determination brewing behind smoldering eyes and
flat-lined mouth. It startled him; Goku never even looked this serious in
battle, and certainly not Seiten Taisei who always looked like he was bouncing
back and forth between pure rage and childlike amusement.

In a surprisingly gentle gesture of what Sanzo could only imagine
would be trust, Goku brought Sanzo's arm that he still had captured up to his
mouth and gently licked at the wounded knuckles. The blood had been long washed
away by the shower's water, but the wounds were still fresh and stinging. Sanzo
thought for a second about how he seemed more like a dog than a monkey right
now. After he had slowly ran his tongue over each and every scrape on Sanzo's
fingers, which felt agonizingly slow to Sanzo, he let go of his wrist, letting
the arm free. Sanzo immediately brought his arm to his chest protectively, the
sudden movement causing the sage to growl lowly.

Goku remained perfectly still as he studied Sanzo, waiting to see
what the monk would do next. Sanzo could feel the tension rising between them
as they both froze, anticipating the other. Then, without any form of
fore-warning, Goku sprang up until his feet, towering over Sanzo. He snarled
down at his own remaining clothing, and without hesitation, ripped the jeans
from the waist down on each side of the pants, tearing them into two separate
pieces. He growled once again when he found another layer of clothing blocking
his path. He shredded the pair of white boxers as if the cloth had offended him
in some way. He tossed the remains of his clothing behind him carelessly and
looked back down to his prey. A pleased purr passed through smiling teeth when
he caught sight of Sanzo glancing at his naked body. The moment he heard
Sanzo's huff though, his pleasure became cruelty again, and he grabbed Sanzo's
shoulders and slammed his whole body down onto the tub's base on his stomach.

Sanzo groaned loudly as his head and shoulders slammed into the
ceramic surface. He was thankful, though, that the water was on still, and it
dampened the collision. With his arm that he could still move, he struggled to
push himself up, only for his head to be slammed back down. Goku held his head
down firm, nearly drowning him in the two inches of water that was pooled at
the bottom of the tub. Goku lifted his head slightly by his hair, letting him
catch his breath and so that he could slide his arm underneath his head to hold
it up out of the water. He let him this much, but still held his head down
securely, unrelenting. Sanzo's urge to fight back was being shrouded by the
overwhelming combination of intense pain and growing lust. This was all too
surreal for Sanzo to even comprehend anymore. He was pretty much allowing this
stupid brat to do whatever he felt like doing, including abuse the hell out of
him. But at the moment, he didn't care. Every sensation was intense and every
touch was needy.

To reach Sanzo's head, Goku was leaning far over the blonde,
practically lying on top of him, and the position wasn't satisfactory for his
intentions. He let go of blonde hair and immediately lifted himself vertically,
up on his knees, which were on either side of Sanzo's waist. He ran small,
muscular hands over Sanzo's back, and curled them underneath, dragging his
fingers and sharp nails over Sanzo's chest and stomach. Where Goku would normally
linger and take far too much time gorging himself on the sensations of
touching, Seiten Taisei seemed far too impatient. He scooted back on his knees
as he lowered his hands farther, ghosting over Sanzo's cock cruelly, before
grabbing Sanzo's protruding hip bones and lifting Sanzo's ass up off of the
ceramic and into the air. There was a loud splash as Sanzo's body fumbled to
catch its balance, his head landing in the water again. He lifted his head over
his shoulder to protest, but was shut up quite quickly when Goku's fingers
coiled around his dick.

Sanzo let his head fall limp back down onto his arm in the water
and hissed. Goku's hand felt burning hot and the pressure he applied was
walking the thin line between fantastic and painful. Goku's other hand was
practically everywhere at once, soaking in every inch of Sanzo's skin as it
could.

Goku flicked his wrist around Sanzo's cock when he felt it throb
in his hand. He barely moved his hand at all before he succeeded at getting a
loud grunt from the blonde. He ran a thumb over the small beads of precome and
brought his hand up to his mouth, tasting the little hot droplets. Sanzo tilted
his head so that he could look up at Goku upside down. Goku looked down and met
Sanzo's eyes. Something about seeing this man so vulnerable drove the sage over
the edge.

In what Sanzo would describe as the single most painful experience
of his life, Goku, without any preparation or warning, slammed himself inside
of Sanzo. The pain was too much, and Sanzo couldn't even find the voice to
scream. His whole body froze and tensed, trying to bite through the pain.
Nothing needed to be said. Goku didn't move. He hovered over Sanzo's back,
panting. For what felt like an eternity, Sanzo thought he could die from this
pain. Goku's arms snaked around Sanzo's body, gently coaxing him back to the
world of sensuality. One of his hands rested on the small of Sanzo's back,
while the other returned its attention to Sanzo's need. After a few playful
pumps, Sanzo was biting back groans. When Goku rolled his hips and hit just the
perfect spot, there was no possible way Sanzo could hold it back. He moaned
loudly into his arm.

Slowly Goku began moving his hips back, pulling nearly all the way
out, and slammed back down deep inside. Sanzo shouted, this time in a flurry of
pain and passion. Sanzo arched his back and pushed himself up onto his elbow.
He desperately wanted something to grab a hold of, but there was nothing there.
When Goku pulled out again, this time faster, he shuddered as chills ran deeply
through his spine. And when Goku pushed back in with ever growing force, all
hopes at being quiet were lost. He was now thanking random gods for the inanely
loud shower faucet.

Goku had repositioned his hand to Sanzo's thigh, and was digging his
claws into the skin deeply. He probably didn't even know he was doing it. His
panting grew to choking grunts as his quickened the rhythm. For a moment, Sanzo
felt like he could laugh. There was something that Goku definitely had in
common with the sage, neither of them had any patience, and just wanted to meet
their orgasms as fast as possible. But right now he couldn't say much for
himself; he was already on the brink of oblivion.

As if reading Sanzo's body and mind, Goku sped up his hand's pace,
driving Sanzo over the edge. With a loud moan, Sanzo collapsed back down into
the water, disintegrating into his orgasm. The tensing of his muscles caused
Goku to growl and dig his nails deeper into Sanzo's skin. By the time Sanzo's
mind returned from its escape into bliss, Goku was driving for the end at a
blinding pace. Goku met his own orgasm with a loud, animalistic howl and
slumped down onto of Sanzo's back.

Neither man moved for several minutes, both trying to catch their
breaths in the afterglow. When Sanzo started calming down, all of his injuries
started aching and stinging all over again, and he felt like hell. Goku, in a
sluggish manner, pulled away, and collapsed at the other end of the tub, his
head dangling over the rim. Sanzo forced himself to sit up. He looked over at
the creature, who is usually wreaking havoc and destroying and everything, now
barely conscious and reveling in his orgasm.

At the worst timing, the hot water died off, and a wave of cold
poured through the faucet. Goku raised his head lazily and hissed at the water
like a cat. Sanzo reached above his head and turned off the water. And just
with that, Goku let his head flop backwards again. Sanzo decided this would be
the best time to get the limiter and put it back on his head.

As if a chime rung loudly in the room, suddenly Sanzo could hear
that obnoxious voice in his head again. It wasn't nearly as whiney as it was
all those years ago, but it had a new connotation to it. It sounded desperate.
Goku's raised his head and slowly raised his hand to cup Sanzo's cheek, lightly
thumbing the bloody spot where his claws were digging in just a short while
ago. The voice thickened in his mind, and he heard his name called lovingly,
and almost sad. For a split second, he could've sworn he saw those thin slits
in the Taisei's eyes melt to black circular pupils, but they instantly returned
to cold, thin sticks. The hand fell limp as did his head. Sanzo leapt out of
the shower quickly, scrambled the few feet over to where the coronet was lying.
He grabbed it, rushed back over to Goku, and slid it over the dripping wet mop
of brown hair. Goku's features returned to their normal state, and he fell fast
asleep.

Now that Goku was back to normal, Sanzo's adrenaline wore off, and
he fell down onto his knees to the ground next to the bathroom. There wasn't a
single part of his body that didn't hurt. He gritted his teeth, and took a deep
breath before slamming his shoulder into the door frame of the bathroom,
slamming his shoulder back into its socket. He growled harshly and struggled to
breathe through the pain. He then grabbed a towel and draped it over his body
and lied down on the cool tile of the floor. He closed his eyes and took a
slow, deep breath, and decided to just fall asleep. He'd let Goku have a panic
attack when he woke up. The brat deserved it. The brat deserved far worse, but
he couldn't be bothered with punishing him right now. He knew that when Goku
realized what he had done, his own mental state will be far worse than any
punishment he could give him. For now, he just wanted to sleep.